January 21, 2014, Washington, DC: We went trudging today before sunset. Authentic, bundled, Chicago-style trudging. We went trudging to reestablish some sort of connection to the outside world. We went trudging because a glorious long weekend with today’s snow day tacked on for good measure was starting to feel like a waste with coughs, colds and throat lozenges stacked up like a barricade at the front door. We wrestled past the obstacles and trudged out onto the silent street, following a path of green lights and walk signs throughout the neighborhood.
When we arrived in Lincoln Park, we were pleasantly surprised. Many other people had trudged there too.
They’d trudged past the beautiful snow-covered apartment buildings and homes lining the park.
Past the stores with Christmas lights and a firepit smoking outside.
They had trudged there with their strollers.
And their footballs.
And their sleds.
Some had trudged to Lincoln Park searching for adventure.
Most, it seemed, came searching for interaction.
Everyone, it appeared, was seeking connection.
We trudged here to break the isolation of January.
If just for a few minutes before turning around, uplifted, and bouncing back home.